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Silent Sunday in West Dorset

The farm on which my Dad grew up, no wonder he talked so fondly of it, what views!

Cliffs and Bluebells

Continuing our bluebell walk in West Dorset …

we decided not to walk up to Thorncombe Beacon, but could see others enjoying the view

a perfect day for a paraglide

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We climbed the hill and over the stile

to see yet more spectacular views to the East towards Portland

and as we turned inland, Westerly views towards Devon

(Click on the link for other  good walking routes along the coast path.)

We took time to smell the blossom in the hedgerow, I think this is a wild plum

we must return in September to find out.

Through the gate, with a look over our shoulders at that glorious scene, saying farewell to the sea we continue

onward through more bluebell woods

to marvel at the way the light plays through the trees,

joining Cee’s Flower of the Day

and no matter how often I see it, my heart never fails to skip and dance when, standing in deep shade,  and spying a shaft of sunlight bathing a patch of bells in silver light

Magic all around us

A time to stop and breathe and notice how all the senses are tingling with pure joy, blessings counted, smiles exchanged between friends and for at least the hundredth time we say how lucky we are to live here……

 

Walking in West Dorset

My friend P and I went for a wonderful walk in West Dorset on Wednesday.

We drove through pouring rain to get to this magical land of pixies, fairies and dragons.

The sun came out to greet us

and light up portals into other worlds

…… and the incantations of fellow questers.

We were heading for yonder knoll ( Colmer’s Hill)

to commune with the seven pines,

enjoy the view

to the sea and the Isle of Portlandand marvel at the sky.

Then down into the village of Symondsbury, nestling at its feet

past ancient farmhouses, (joining in with Norm’s Thursday Doors)

and the wonderful sound of children playing on their lunch break in the local school

… then into the newly opened Symondsbury Kitchen for a warming lunch and a view of Colmer’s Hill from the windows.

A magical morning.

Joining in with Cee’s ‘Which Way’ challenge.

November walk

I met up with some old school friends for a nostalgic wander down memory lane, a walk in the wilds of West Dorset and a delicious pub lunch at The Three Horseshoes, Powerstock.

we came across some acorn art

a voluptuous oak tree

deep wooded valleys

and walked a disused railway line

the smell of autumn in the air

West Dorset has a feeling of the land that time forgot and it is where my paternal ancestors come from. I most probably share DNA with the Iron Age inhabitants of the nearby Pilsdon Pen – a cosy, rooted feeling.at the end of the walk the sun tried to squeeze through

Bliss. . . .